my soul, and pour the venom.
mindless malevolence is my virtue.
your shallow grave.
the means to your untimely end.
your beauty, the more I fill my heart with your blood.
bones; coagulated pulsations.
Hold my hand,
and play the melody that is the rhythm of my sadness.
though I dare not admit.
I shall curse you with shadow memories.
more than simple glimpses of fate,
which could've been, shall be yours to bear.
evil, and that which unsound is my life's work.
forgive me, I wish not to be redeemed.